Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass, #1)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Quite a mystery, I’m sure.” She batted her eyelashes and readjusted her shackles as if they were lace gloves.

“I demand to know,” she began, but the Captain of the Guard pulled her back from the prince with spine-snapping force. “I wasn’t going to kill him, you buffoon.”

“Crime isn’t an accomplishment, Sardothien.” “Yes, but becoming the world’s most famous assassin is!” He didn’t respond. “You might ask me how I did it.” “Did what?” he said tightly. “Became so talented and famous so quickly.” “I don’t want to hear about it.”

Icy rain kept them company for four days, during which time Celaena was so miserably cold that she contemplated throwing herself into a ravine, hopefully dragging Chaol with her.

“Be careful, my cynical friend!” she warned, putting a hand in the air. “The gods and the dead are closest to the earth this day—they can hear every nasty comment you make!”

Not that the thought of something wicked dwelling in the castle scared her or anything.

smirked at the court women who eyed her pink-and-white gown. She couldn’t blame them; the dress was spectacular. And she was spectacular in it.

“Sick? Who can get sick from candy?” Celaena made a face and exposed her crimson teeth. “You look like a demon,” said Philippa. “Just don’t open your mouth and no one will notice.” “You and I both know that’s not possible.”

“I name you Elentiya.” She kissed the assassin’s brow. “I give you this name to use with honor, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, ‘Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.’ ”

Elena took a step toward her. “You could rattle the stars,” she whispered. “You could do anything, if you only dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.”

“Because there are people who need you to save them as much as you yourself need to be saved,”